We travelled light and moved by night A bitter foe we harried We camped at dawn and ate the corn We carried CHORUS On the day the soldiers came The bullets fell like driving rain They drove us up to Capstan Hill Where from our coats the grain did spill And though to heaven we all flew In the Spring the bright corn grew In the Spring the bright corn grew On that day cut flowers we lay Our blood through earth was seeping And cross the sky pale riders rode by All weeping CHORUS A flame goes out no gun will doubt How cheap the life it’s claiming And here for you just love that’s true Remaining CHORUS